It's my journal... cool.. what can I write? Everything... Yesterday I've learned a poem named IF and it touch myself to soul..
If you can keep yourself when all about you are loosing theirs, and blaming it on you...
If you can trus yourself when all men doubt you but make allowance for their doubting too

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied don't deal in lies..
Or being hated don't give way to hating and yet, don't look too good nor talk too wise.

If you can think and not make thoughts your master, If you can dream and not make dreams your aim...
If you can meet with trimpth and disaster and treat those two imposters just the same.

If you can bear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools.. or watch the things you gave your life to, broken.. and stoop.. and build them up with worn out tools!

I'll finish later, I suppose)